A good few years ago I taught English to Sidney Govou. Sidney went on to play for Lyon and France, but at that that time he was a 15-year-old nightmare with a penchant for dancing on tables when he should have been conjugating verbs.

Four years later, I bumped into him at a party after he'd been signed up by Lyon. As people got wasted around him, his presence was conspicuous. He was upright, immaculately turned out, spoke quietly and seriously, and refused umpteen offers of booze and snacks. This was a young man intent on going places.

A few months ago I was on the same train as two Motherwell youth players on their way to training. They were stuffing their faces with Lion Bars and Irn Bru. Sidney would not have approved.